Pretty State Preceptor Saves the Planet

The so-called "good rice" in the general altar is just a piece of well-cooked fish added to the rough tea and light rice.

Xie Huai'an was still pretending to be blind, regardless of whether he pretended to enjoy a special treatment or not: Hong Yaoping retired from the accompanying second head, and sat at the same table with Xie Huai'an, and personally made picks and picks.

In today's world where traitors are rampant and state affairs are in decline, the emperor of Dajing Dynasty can be regarded as a position that will be lost at any time with his head pinned to his belt.

But after all, the great scene is not dead, the emperor is still the emperor, and it is particularly eye-catching when he puts down his body to serve others.

What's more, the person he serves is not a celestial master, but a man who looks bright and beautiful, ice-clean and deep-clear, and his every move makes the shabby room shine.

Under constant attention, Xie Huai'an was sweating from the meal, and his body was almost stiff.God knows when was the last time he held it like this, and now he just wants to lie down quickly and turn back into a salted fish.

After the meal, Zhou Yin, who was allowed to eat together, did not know what to do, and bowed to Xie Huai'an and Hong Yao uprightly, then turned around and followed Pavilion Master Pei.

After Hong Yao settled down with Xie Huaian, he also left in a hurry.

The round-faced shadow guard was by Xie Huai'an's side, bowed and lowered his head the whole time, and after a while he found an excuse and walked away with a smile.

Xie Huaian: "..."

What are these people doing, waiting to see the weather?

Everyone left, Xie Huai'an felt at ease, took off the white gauze, stretched his sore shoulders, and walked around rubbing his bloated stomach.

After a while, a veiled figure he was familiar with came to the door carrying a large bird cage.

"Chachacha! Huai'an, chicha!" The big parrot jumped up and down.

Xie Huai'an took a closer look: "Fatty, Kongqing!"

"Your Majesty said that he might spend two nights in the main altar, so he specially called the servant over." Kong Qing said softly, settled the parrot, and quickly changed the furnishings in the hall.

She didn't come here empty-handed, behind her were several large boxes brought by the round-faced secret guards, which contained daily necessities such as pajamas and bedding, and decorative ornaments such as jade and curios.After a while, the simple guest room in the main altar of Xuanji Pavilion was transformed into a magnificent one.

"Will it be too much trouble..." Xie Huai'an sat cross-legged on the bed, watching Kong Qing in shock as he began to change the rug with twined lotus patterns.

If it wasn't too big, he doubted that the female officer would have removed and replaced the uncarved doors and windows.

"Right now, there are rumors in the palace that His Majesty and His Majesty have come out to live a loving life. Naturally, these expenses have to be taken out, and it would be strange not to take them..." Kong Qing explained, "After the stay, the maid will put away her personal belongings. , Pavilion Master Pei will sell the rest of the furnishings for a good price."

"Sell?" Xie Huai'an touched the fine satin, unable to believe what he heard.

Kong Qing said while working: "There are no regulations at the moment. The expenses of several big households in the city are comparable to those of the imperial palace, but the celestial master has a high vision, and those who come out of the palace are always better. When the things are taken out, Xuanji Pavilion will change hands." Once sold, the money obtained can be used to do small things for His Majesty, and can also subsidize the disciples everywhere, which can be regarded as killing multiple birds with one stone."

"I learned..." Xie Huai'an said sincerely.

He quickly realized that if Xuanji Pavilion sells the items in the palace, there are not only these benefits.

First of all, telling Tianshi the emperor's whereabouts is a conspiracy; secondly, selling it shows that Xuanji Pavilion is closely related to the imperial city where Tianshi is located, so it is convenient to use the signboard of Tianshengjiao; the people who buy these are either rich or expensive , must be able to do some intelligence transactions; the last is the real money into the account.

There is still such an operation.

Being free is equivalent to having an omnipotent housekeeper. Xie Huai'an happily spent his days drinking tea and playing with birds, fiddled with the system's functions from time to time, and tracked whether there was any new situation of solar eclipse.

Others don't have that kind of leisure.

With the main altar of Xuanji Pavilion as the center, countless instructions were sent to sub-altars located in various prosperous places in Zhaoge City.The Qinlou Restaurant was crowded with people, and some special disciples received secret letters, and either released pigeons or drove on the road in person, and passed the instructions to the post station in other places.

In order to save time, the intelligence force that Hong Yao cultivated by himself also divided out a few experts who were good at traveling, and they went out of the city in hiding all the way, just to record the weather at the destination.

In the middle of the next night, Xie Huai'an was already fast asleep, and the candles in a secret room in the main altar were flickering.

Pei Xiuyi deciphered the ciphertext solemnly, and compared the information with Xie Huaian's prediction one by one.

He tried to find a flaw, and convinced Hong Yao that it was all a scam, but every sentence was accurate and there were no omissions.

It is said that it turns to thunderstorm, and there will be thunder and lightning that day.When it is said that it is sunny and cloudy, it must stop at the cloudy sky. Even if the weather is so humid that it seems that it will rain in the next second, there will be no drop of water.

What the fairy teacher said was right, he could indeed see through the wind and rain.

A solar eclipse...could really be around the corner.

It all happened like a dream.

Pei Xiuyi's exquisite face contorted, wanting to laugh, and finally covered her own face.

Hong Yao didn't check it himself, he knew the result by looking at Pei Xiuyi's expression.

"Xiuyi..." Hong Yao held the rough pottery teacup and said with downcast eyes, "Do you remember Xie Wuyou?"

"What did Your Majesty ask him for..." Pei Xiuyi woke up suddenly, and looked suspiciously at Hong Yao's face under the candlelight, "And...he never let people call him worry-free."

"I know..." Hong Yao looked at Liang Baikai in the cup, "He was called Huai'an."

The crackling candlelight reflected Hong Yao's unpredictable expression.After these words, the ancient house fell silent, only the humming of the night wind in the mountains could be heard.

"Do you remember him... how long has he been gone?" Hong Yao said flatly, "One spring in the fourth year of Shuntian, he brought me to Qianbei Cave to meet you, and he never appeared again."

Pei Xiuyi frowned beautifully: "Of course I remember. He came up with most of the business ideas in the pavilion, and everything was as he expected. Classified VIP service, expanded intelligence network... If Without this money, the Xuanji Pavilion might not be able to make it to where it is today."

"Your Majesty... have you found him?"

Dajing's martial arts is most famous for two factions, the sword of Luo'an Mountain, and the gun of Youyunbao.

Xie Wuyou is the son of the former head of Luo An Mountain. When he was 16 years old, he sneaked into the palace alone with a token. He ran into the six-year-old Emperor Hong Yao at that time, and secretly taught the little emperor for three years.

In the past three years, Xie Wuyou had brought his brother from Youyun Castle to be the little emperor's martial arts instructor, and persuaded Pei Xiuyi, who had taken over since childhood and had been in charge of Xuanji Pavilion for nearly ten years, to place a bet on the little emperor.

Finally, on a cold spring day, Xie Wuyou left without saying goodbye, leaving a letter saying "study hard", and he has never been seen since.

Hong Yao didn't answer.

Pei Xiuyi said: "Since he disappeared, Xuanji Pavilion has searched for many places, but the world is vast. If Huai'an deliberately hides his body, no one will be able to find him. He may be sick or dead, or he may return to Luo'an Mountain and be killed by him." Daddy's hiding...I'd love to see him again."

Pei Xiuyi paused: "Let's not talk about this, Your Majesty. Let's talk about the fairy master and the solar eclipse. After choosing the concubine, I misunderstood Your Majesty. I have been rude for three years. Your Majesty forgives me. Thank you for your unknown origin and disposition." It's not right, Your Majesty's finding of the immortal master must be well concealed, so as not to cause troubles in the palace."

Hong Yao smiled strangely, and rubbed the dirty cup noodles: "Xiuyi, I asked you to take a good look at people, didn't you see it?"

"What do you see?" "The immortal master is him, Xie Huai'an..." Hong Yao's voice was almost breathless, "Pei Xiuyi, I found him, ten years..."

"I have found my fairy."

"Impossible..." Pei Xiuyi's brows were full of anger, she suddenly raised her voice and then calmed down, and said in a deep voice, "The immortal master His Majesty found is indeed similar to Huai'an, but he looks only in his twenties If Xie Huai'an lived to this day, he would be about the same age as me and General Zhong."

"You're already convinced that he's dead?" Hong Yao got up abruptly, and walked to Pei Xiuyi's body, the corners of his lips kept turning up, and his gloomy green eyes were lit by the flickering candlelight.

"Look at the secret letters sent back from all directions, who else has this kind of ability except him. I have already confirmed that it is him..." Hong Yao laughed lowly.

"He has lost his memory, and he knows almost nothing about the big scene. Ling Ziyou didn't diagnose this problem, so he still has to find the holy hand to take a look. There is also a little stomach problem, and there are more serious ones... But it doesn't matter, He is alive, I will watch him, heal him, and he will never run around again."

Pei Xiuyi shook her head again and again: "Your Majesty, this is obsession. Time will blur people's memories. You were still young at that time, and you followed Huai'an without saying a word. I'm afraid you won't remember him clearly. "

"Really, it hasn't been long since I saw him last time." Hong Yao said softly.

"Ten years, I have seen him day and night, Xie Huai'an, Xie Wuyou from Luo'an Mountain - in the dream, he would talk to me, tell some funny stories about his juniors, get angry, and make jokes. He He will leave again and again, just like when he came, the white clothes disappeared on the palace wall in a flash. How could I not recognize him? In the dream, he is the same as the living him now."

Hong Yao seemed to be talking to Pei Xiuyi, and also seemed to be talking to himself: "Mr. knows a lot, but his temper is off-kilter. After amnesia, all his knowledge is forgotten, and only the god-given ability and the same disposition are left."

"He still likes Xiqin. When he touched a few leaves, he would tear up and weave grasshoppers. When he saw a bamboo stick, he would weave rabbits. He would sing the same songs as at that time. He was afraid of the guards. He couldn't help being frightened. He didn't love Sour. That stupid parrot still knows him, he names the birds the same."

"His smile, his fear, I know every look on his face, it's the same as in the dream. Maybe I can be relieved, and I don't have to dream about him again."

"I shrunk my bones and shortened my figure. I just looked up like this, as if I had returned to the days when I was by his side. Maybe he was always there and never left."

"I won't leave, I won't lose him again, no more..."

"You never mentioned this..." Pei Xiuyi watched Hong Yao's ferocious expression, and murmured.

Hong Yao smiled and said, "I've been crazy for a long time..."